Yuecheng, Chebei.

The door of a small late-night snack restaurant is closed, and the signboard hangs two big words - closed.

At the door, there are still a few horses walking around on patrol.

In the hotel box, Geng Biao sat and drank with a man about 30 years old.

"Ah Rong, it's been a hard time in southern Myanmar for more than a year. Geng Biao poured the wine himself.

"What's not hard, I made a mistake in Yuecheng, there were only two roads at that time, either to Inner Mongolia or to southern Myanmar. ”

Geng Biao sighed: "I, the big guy, can't protect you." ”

"Don't say that, I had a life in my hands at the beginning, and I stayed in the country to hide and live, and it was quite chic to go to southern Myanmar. Besides, I, Yang Rong, can have a son until now, and thank you for always sending me money, big guy. ”

After speaking, Yang Rong looked at a woman sitting not far away, holding a baby in her hand and coaxing gently.

"She has been with you for so long, and she still can't understand Chinese?"

Yang Rong lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly from his nostrils: "The women in southern Myanmar are very stupid, and the economy over there is not good, if she hadn't given me a son, I would have thrown her away when I came back this time." ”

Geng Biao nodded: "I have no choice but to summon you back this time." ”

"I know, the big guy and I will tell you in detail where that street hit called Xiong Baizhou came out. ”

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"Big guy. ”

"Brother Xiong. ”

"Boss. ”

There are all kinds of names, and tonight Xiong Baizhou took Chen Qingyun and a few people to make an appointment to have dinner with the courier of connected logistics.

These people were all entrusted to Xiong Baizhou by Ma Jiu, in all fairness, they may be more tired than before in "stealing the door", but the income must be more than then.

Moreover, now they are engaged in legitimate professions, and their hearts are stable and steady, especially when they see that the police no longer have to hide.

This is a promising job, not only reflected in the income, but also the words "let love come home" behind it, and after the advertising explanation, these couriers can feel the curiosity and praise in the eyes of others when they walk on the street.

This is a personal respect, and this respect is given by Xiong Baizhou.

Song Shihao relied on the "Mrs. route" to gradually integrate into the circle of Liu Daxiang, a hardcore horse boy, and he spoke a lot more casually: "Brother Xiong, what do you have to say, and you still need to eat specially." ”

Others also chimed in: "That's right, you just let Brother Da Xiang or Brother Xiao Sheng talk to us." ”

If strictly calculated, this group of people is actually the first "prodigal son" to belong to Xiong Baizhou, so they look at the Chen Liujin forces, Huang Ruibo forces, and Bai Dengwei forces who have returned to the world with a kind of seniors' eyes, and they also have a sense of pride in calling themselves Xiong Baizhou's "descendants".

Xiong Baizhou smiled and said loudly: "Can't I drink with you if I have nothing to do, tonight you are open to eat and drink, and I have a treat." ”

"Good!"

There is free wine and meat, and the person who treats him is his current boss, and Xiong Baizhou is very face-saving for these people's toasts, almost all of them are drunk, and he also asked Liu Daxiang and a few of them to toast on their behalf, and the atmosphere is very warm.

After everyone had eaten and drunk enough, Xiong Baizhou stood up: "Everyone, if you look at the company's system, you are employees, I am the boss, and from the perspective of the rivers and lakes, I am your boss, so we have feelings for both public and private." ”

"Now that the Spring Festival is coming, I discussed it with Chen Zheng, because many companies are on holiday, the business volume of express delivery has dropped a bit, it is better to let you go home early, and we will start again next year." ”

Xiong Baizhou finished with a smile, but the scene gradually quieted down.

"Why, don't you want to go home on vacation, everyone has a year-end bonus. Xiong Baizhou's smile remained unchanged.

The courier still didn't answer.

Sheng Yuanqing was unhappy, and slapped the table with a "bang": "Damn, do you still treat Brother Xiong as a big guy with this attitude?"

After a long time, Song Shihao said softly: "Our group of people has no home. ”

"Brother Xiong, I know that Zhoumei will be very busy this year, if the business volume on the logistics side decreases, we can go back to Zhoumei Electric Appliances to deliver it." ”

"That's right, Brother Xiong, I don't even remember where my home is. ”

"Big guy, my home is connected. ”

"Brother Xiong, don't drive us away. ”

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The voices came and went, Xiong Baizhou looked at this group of men who had moved their true feelings under the impetus of alcohol, and his heart was both relieved and worried.

It is gratifying that under their unremitting guidance, the overall quality of these people has improved;

What worries is that Post and Telecommunications, Geng Biao, and Yang Rong.

"Since you're all saying that, I'm not going to hide it. Because the performance of connectivity is too good and violates the interests of the postal system, this group of cowards can't compare with us in business, so they think of other crooked tricks. ”

"I have already received the news that Geng Biao is ready to use the courier of Connected Logistics. ”

"Brother Xiong, how can Geng Biao still have the courage to provoke you, I think he just let out the wind to get back a little face. Song Shihao looked disdainful.

"That is, if he dares to provoke us, we can fight back. "After the "battle" with EMS, these people have a very high level of self-confidence.

"This time is different, I heard that Yang Rong was recalled by him. Xiong Baizhou said slowly.

"Yang Rong!"

You look at me, I look at you, and it was a long time before I remembered the owner of this name.

Yang Rong, Geng Biao's number one thug.

In Geng Biao's territory, the bars along the river road, the old street of Shangxiajiu, the food city in the west of Jiangnan, and the white horse clothing city next to the railway station are all made by Yang Rong little by little.

Yang Rong is a good skill, likes to break other people's limbs in fights, is bloodthirsty like a madman, and even has a nickname called "Mad Dog Yang Rong." ”

In one of the battles, Yang Rong accidentally injured someone's life and had to be sent by Geng Biao to southern Myanmar to escape the limelight.

Now that Geng Biao has summoned the mad dog back, and there are rumors of post and telecommunications for connecting express delivery, the connection between the two is obvious.

Xiong Baizhou is not worried that Yang Rong will target him, even Wang Forsythia is impossible, the grievances of the rivers and lakes involve relatives, that is, the vendetta that will not die, Geng Biao has a wife, children and a mother in Yuecheng, his scruples will be greater.

He didn't dare to target Xiong Baizhou, but he could target these outsiders who were connected to the express delivery.

Xiong Baizhou thought for a while: "That's it, now everyone will go to Zhoumei Electric first, tomorrow is the last day, let you go and explain to the company." ”

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On the way back after drinking, Sheng Yuanqing was the driver, Xiong Baizhou sat in the co-pilot's seat, I don't know if it was because I drank too much or for other reasons, and suddenly there was an inexplicable palpitation.

"Brother Xiong, what's going on?" Sheng Yuanqing asked with concern.

"It doesn't feel good. Xiong Baizhou looked at the thick and inseparable night, frowned and said.

"No, let's do it first, just like we did with Sun Yongbao. ”

"Sun Yongbao is because he moved our interests, what about Geng Biao?" Xiong Baizhou shook his head: "This world doesn't have the strength to do whatever he wants, otherwise Geng Biao has provoked me three times and five times, and he can live until now?"

"What then?"

"Send someone to keep an eye on it, as long as they show a little bit of their tail, I can shoot for a reason. Xiong Baizhou pondered for a moment.

In the hotel in Chebei, Geng Biao also explained the origin of Xiong Baizhou clearly.

"Xiong Baizhou is not the kind of person who passively accepts the results, he will definitely take the initiative to find opportunities, so to avoid long nights and dreams, we must make a move as soon as possible. ”

Yang Rong smiled fiercely: "Then tomorrow." ”

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow!"

Yang Rong opened the bag and took out a pair of metal finger tigers from it, Geng Biao glanced at it, and there was a two-hole shotgun in the bag.

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